Infertilizer Lyrics

She seized her energy 'fore fading out
She lit her cigarettes and made 'em count
She breeds a reputation for a disease
Purple tips, spreads her hips
Fault magazines

Wannabe infertilizer
Throw your stink into the fire
Thrift store queen in full attire
Wanna be in fertilizer?

And if she caught a butterfly, he'd pawn it off
Just to find his hands inside another man's jar She might feed a raw man's greed if Hell persists
And though it may, she may say she needed his shit

Wannabe infertilizer
Throw your stink into the fire
Thrift store queen in full attire
Wanna be in fertilizer?

Wannaba infertilizer
Throw instinct into the fire
She's the season, you're the martyr
Wanna be in fertilizer?

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